View From My Window
Darkness and Light In the City
I down a whole plate of pork rinds,
the taste sits in the back of my mouth
like an old shoe. I have nowhere else to go,
and sing to myself a lonely tune of sorrow. There is a light
glowing outside, maybe it is a ufo, maybe it is
just the street lamp turning on after resting so many
hours in darkness, or rather, resting because the sun
has been on for most of the day, until, finally,
it winks out like a light when night comes, and the street lamp can yawn
its wide mouth. And so it will begin
its work of brightening the entire city,
bringing the city out of the darkness into the light and shadow,
to bring people out of their burrows into
the brightness of the city lights,
and the reflection of a street lamp.
(Note: I just wrote this today, Sept. 10th, so it's probably not very good yet, and may be confusing to read. I will edit it more later.)
the taste sits in the back of my mouth
like an old shoe. I have nowhere else to go,
and sing to myself a lonely tune of sorrow. There is a light
glowing outside, maybe it is a ufo, maybe it is
just the street lamp turning on after resting so many
hours in darkness, or rather, resting because the sun
has been on for most of the day, until, finally,
it winks out like a light when night comes, and the street lamp can yawn
its wide mouth. And so it will begin
its work of brightening the entire city,
bringing the city out of the darkness into the light and shadow,
to bring people out of their burrows into
the brightness of the city lights,
and the reflection of a street lamp.
(Note: I just wrote this today, Sept. 10th, so it's probably not very good yet, and may be confusing to read. I will edit it more later.)
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Darkness and Light In the City
Darkness and Light In the City
